You gave me all the stars in the sky
That's not difficult for most other guys
But I had to have the big yellow one
Well I'm sorry
For touching the sun
I started writing this song not knowing what it was about
Don't know what I'm saying, no, or what's coming out of my mouth
Maybe nothing, maybe something, who can tell?
But since I met you baby life's gone to hell
Its not such a bad thing that I've already lost my job
Its for the greater good and for the greatest cause
You think I'm lazy, listen baby, you'd be wrong
There's a simple explanation for this song
You've got your picture hanging in the Louvre
Like the Ben Folds song that was written for you
Now the whole world believes it so its gotta be true
But I already thought you knew
Look at me now baby, I've written another verse
But please be gentle, yea, I haven't had time to rehearse
My brain is scattered, doesn't matter anymore
I'm using all my mind thinking up cute metaphors
You've got a wire tap into my brain
With an FBI agent listening and saying,
"We're gonna throw him down and lock him up in chains"
But I really don't think I'd mind
I started writing this song not knowing what it was about
But since I started singing I think I've figured it out
Maybe nothing, maybe something, who can tell?
But since I met you baby life's never gone so well
You gave me all the stars in the sky
That's not difficult for most other guys
But I had to have the big yellow one
I had to have the big yellow one
I had to have the big yellow one
Well I'm sorry
For touching
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun
That's not difficult for most other guys
But I had to have the big yellow one
Well I'm sorry
For touching the sun
I started writing this song not knowing what it was about
Don't know what I'm saying, no, or what's coming out of my mouth
Maybe nothing, maybe something, who can tell?
But since I met you baby life's gone to hell
Its not such a bad thing that I've already lost my job
Its for the greater good and for the greatest cause
You think I'm lazy, listen baby, you'd be wrong
There's a simple explanation for this song
You've got your picture hanging in the Louvre
Like the Ben Folds song that was written for you
Now the whole world believes it so its gotta be true
But I already thought you knew
Look at me now baby, I've written another verse
But please be gentle, yea, I haven't had time to rehearse
My brain is scattered, doesn't matter anymore
I'm using all my mind thinking up cute metaphors
You've got a wire tap into my brain
With an FBI agent listening and saying,
"We're gonna throw him down and lock him up in chains"
But I really don't think I'd mind
I started writing this song not knowing what it was about
But since I started singing I think I've figured it out
Maybe nothing, maybe something, who can tell?
But since I met you baby life's never gone so well
You gave me all the stars in the sky
That's not difficult for most other guys
But I had to have the big yellow one
I had to have the big yellow one
I had to have the big yellow one
Well I'm sorry
For touching
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun